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My Boyfriend, This

This is my boyfriend. 

He doesn't have a name, so for reference I'll call him This. He prefers not to be bounded by any name, because that would mean the end of him. He goes by different names every time I see him. Last week, Jonathan. The day before, Chris. Yesterday, Anthony. Today, Johnson.

This doesn't have a constant face, either. It seems weird, actually, because I don't know my boyfriend's facial features. Sometimes, he's bearded. On some days, his nose is pointed. Whenever his lips touches mine, the feeling remains--a sense of bliss and giddiness. I like it when he has expressive eyes that I can clearly see my face. That's when I know I am his everything. His face may change but his feelings will not.

This's body build has no flaws--none that I know of. But whenever our skins meet, I can't help but to compare his skin over mine. His has the typical hairy, but no signs of scars. No signs of mosquito bites or scratches. I always tease him that he should get more sunlight. He would pinch my nose and put his face next to mine. I'd look away but his face would follow. And then, we laugh.

This has the most amazing personality. He doesn't get angry whenever I have mood swings, which is really, really, the best thing. No one can stand me at that state. But, he stays. He listens. He always has a way to calm me down.

Even though his name and appearance changes, it doesn't mean our feelings will, too.

He would sense whenever I'm in a sad or bad mood. If I say "I'm okay," that's his cue to go to the nearest McDonalds, order large fries and sundae, and head to my apartment. But, the food doesn't matter.  

 Seeing him, feeling his presence, always gets me.

We would walk around the campus, letting our legs think of itself and lead us on the way. We would share stories, from his fun commentary on his classes to my rants on how I hated my course. He shares his adventures with his friends and I share my lunch and dinner dates with my best friends. He tells me about girls he meets and how I stand out among them. I tell him about boys I meet and how he's not those people.

He plays my favorite song in repeat. He sometimes dances along with it. That would always brightens up my day.

Whenever I cook, he'd be my number 1 critic and fan. He always eats it all, even if some of it tastes horrible. He flashes his smile and say, "I want more." I hug him and tell him how much I love him.

He'd pull me on impulsive trips. We'd share our money and regret it the next week, eating only canned goods and instant noodles. But we didn't care. He fills my phone with our pictures. He snaps candid pictures of me and tease me whenever I look weird. We buy souvenirs for ourselves, and I collect those at my cabinet. I might buy a new cabinet soon.

He sends me texts of encouragement, and I send him texts on how much he means to me. 

This is my boyfriend.

This does not exist.

This doesn't have a name. This doesn't have a constant face. This doesn't have flaws. He is not a real person, but he's the most amazing boyfriend I'll ever have.

When will This come?

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Prototype for LO3 (na hindi ako nakapagpasa. Hay.)